Dr. Peter Hansen’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “I have the records of Cher’s files on my end. I’ve also backed up all the forged documents, and the untouched $500,000 in my account is undeniable proof. All you have to do is trace the payment source, and you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”
Cher’s face began to crumble, piece by piece, as though the facade she had carefully crafted was disintegrating in front of everyone.
Dr. Peter pressed on. “And the most damning proof? Whether or not Miss Waverly is truly pregnant or has had a miscarriage—that can be verified at the hospital. Medical records don’t lie.”
Cher staggered back, sinking into the nearest chair, her confidence unraveling with every passing second. Desperation flickered in her eyes as she clung to her last shred
